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ROBERT FROST'S STORM FEAR

21/1/2020

WONDERLAND

Last week, Sue, Buster and I decided to luxuriate. We had our
driveway cleared of snow and just in time for another snow dump.

Also, did you know that the blue jays snack on our trailer while they are waiting for their breakfast. The blue jays are eroding away our trailer. No guff.

AFTERNOON RUSH HOUR

Here’s one of my favourite Robert Frost poems. It’s called, “STORM FEAR”.

HERMIT'S CABIN

“When the wind works against us in the dark

And pelts with snow

The lower chamber window on the east,

ICY WOODS

And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,

The beast,

“Come out! Come out!”-

It costs no inward struggle not to go,

Ah, no!

I count our strength,

BLINDING SNOW

Two and a child,

Those of us not asleep subdued to mark

MYSTERIOUS WOODS

How the cold creeps as the fire dies at length,-

How drifts are piled,

EVER VIGILANT GUARD RAT

WHY WOULD WE WANT TO GO SOUTH WITH ALL THIS

Dooryard and road upgraded,

SUE SWEEPING AWAY STORM

Till even the comforting barn grows far away

And my heart owns a doubt

TREE LOVE NOTE

Whether ’tis in us to arise with day

And save ourselves unaided.”

MIDDLE RIVER WILDERNESS TRAIL

ME BY TRAIL SIGN

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GUARD RAT IN SNOW

The other day, I read an Alexander Pope quote, and wow, did he nail it. It seemed so relevant, what with all the nasty social media pollution, anger, aggression, blatant lies, ridiculous and dangerous hyperbole, immoral behaviour, so-called Christians who espouse morality and then ignore or accept immorality, because they believe by doing so their agenda will be achieved. Well, enough, I’ll let Alexander Pope say it. He does a much better job.

MIDDLE RIVER WILDERNESS AREA

“The wit of cheats, the courage of a whore,
Are what ten thousand envy and adore:
All, all lookup, with reverential awe,
At crimes that ‘scape, or triumph o’er the law:
While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry-
‘Nothing is sacred now but villainy.”

BUSTER

I find it hard to read the news. Continuous reports about climate change disasters. It’s like the earth is attempting to projectile vomit out our toxic behaviour.

It’s difficult to hear of the earth being destroyed by the need to accumulate. By those who believe the earth is as disposable as a plastic grocery bag and is only here for them to earn their way to heaven. Many of our political and spiritual leaders being blinded by their ideology.

AN INVISIBLE BEAUTY

FRIEND OF INVISIBLE ONE

They miss so much, small and big, as they use up the earth’s beauty.

HIDDEN IN THE WILDERNESS AREA

Other cultures have much to teach us about morality and our authentic connection to the earth and its inhabitants.

“Long Before I ever heard of Christ, or saw a White man, I had learned from an untutored woman the essence of morality. With the help of dear Nature herself, she taught me things simple but of mighty import. I knew God. I perceived what goodness is. I saw and loved what is really beautiful. Civilization has not taught me anything better!”
Charles A. Eastman, The Soul of the Indian”

INVISIBLE'S NEIGHBOUR

They are countless and everywhere.

EARTH CLOUDS

Sue, Buster and I are happy to report that we’re still alive. Mind you, we’ve had some bumps along the way, but we’ve survived them and here we are, ready or not, to live another year of life.

My son’s family had quite the health scare in late 2019, but thankfully that situation seems to be working out. Great doctors are still working in our hospitals.

TOUCHING AND FEELING

Sue has battled some mighty fine diseases. Some years ago she was stricken with severe Rheumatoid Arthritis. Things looked dire for some time, but nowadays she’s walking two to five K per day. Partially, I must say, because of Buster’s constant demands for treats and walks. And here we thought poor Sue was going to end up crippled and in a wheel chair.

BUSTER ON SMOKE BREAK

Her latest battle has been rather jarring for both of us. However, we’re hoping that the future isn’t as horrible as some might think.

One thing going for us is that we live in a quiet place where a Christmas shopping traffic jam can be less than twenty cars on the road during an eighteen K drive to the store.

DRIVING BACK FROM A SHOPPING TRIP

Here there is time to hear your thoughts and although nature is unpredictable and has its own ways, it also allows a person space to contemplate and smell the roses, so to speak.

“A man must have a certain amount of intelligent ignorance to get anywhere.”
Charles Francis Kettering

STUMPY

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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